.............................Free Reads
Time Management by Kit Campbell
Customer service is important.
Still Waters Run Deep Part 5 by Siri Paulson
Payut comes home.
.............For You...............
Crazy Boy by KD Sarge
Selene is lacking in people skills. Luckily so is Donte.
Girls' Night Out by KD Sarge
Sometimes a girl just wants a quiet drink.
From Us............................
Lonesome Hearts by Siri Paulson
Aging folk singers and a town in mourning.
The Door in the Attic by Kit Campbell
Curiousity can be dangerous to more than cats.
Hiccups Around Major Life Changes
I think sometimes we, as people, get a little over ambitious about things. Big things. Especially big things we know are coming. "I'm going to get married and it's going to be great!" "I'm going to have a baby and it will be adorable and perfect!" "I'm going to buy my dream house and I will never hate anything again!"
But nothing ever works in quite the right way.
7 Lessons from the Urban Gardener, Year Four
When my partner and I bought our house, one of the things I was most excited about was starting a garden. My father (who grew up on an honest-to-goodness farm) always had a vegetable plot in his backyard, my mother (and her mother) grew flowers, and my new next-door neighbours were a pair of elderly Italians whose entire backyard was given over to vegetables. I felt like I had truly arrived.
We're now going into our fourth year of gardening. The first few were veggies only; last year, we finally had the backyard landscaped and added flowers to our repertoire. Here are some things I've learned...
1. The weeds are faster than you think. In early April the temperature was barely above freezing, and the frost date was still more than a month away, but the weeds were already up and going.
2. Easy = good. We've grown tomatoes and zucchini year after year, because they take care of themselves. Stick them in, water occasionally, and get all the veggies you can eat. Carrots, on the other hand...the first year they grew stunted (but so. tasty.), while the second year they never grew at all, and this year is looking like a repeat of the second. Alas.
Flame Isfree and the Feather of Fate III
Once wild magic shattered human civilization. Mage-built cities collapsed, spell-sped galleons sank, airships fell from the skies. Magic-born chimerae turned on their creators, and then their neighbors. The peoples of Awrhee fell into barbarism.
But that was generations ago. Humanity has scraped together kingdoms again, and learned to live without magic. Those who practice spellcraft are eyed with suspicion, as are the old ways, and the old places.
Some, however, seek treasure in the ruins of what was. Knowledge, gold, power—it’s out there. Treasure untold for anyone clever enough to find it, bold enough to take it, fast enough to get away with it.
It’s out there, in the Spell-Wracked Lands.
Flame Isfree and the Feather of Fate III
A Serial Story by KD Sarge
Ryahled had found the campsite she’d planned to use. The group was setting camp already, with an eye to defense rather than comfort. Tolor never was dumb. Flame dropped into the middle of the group; all but Ryahled grabbed for weapons. Flame smirked at the dwarf brothers.
“Nice watch you keep.”
“Sneaking elf,” Satak grumbled. Okon snorted and turned away. Tolor stalked to glare down at Flame.
“Where in the hells have you been?” he demanded. “Ryahled said you were off chasing a smell. Do you think we have the time—”
“You’d better make the time,” Flame snapped, her eyes searching out Lory in her tent—the only tent—which Bran carried. The woman liked her comforts. “Hey, mage, listen up. I don’t want to tell this twice.”
Tolor was counting under his breath. “All right,” he said when Lory had come to his side, “what did you find?”
“Five mages in a circle around a fire, twenty soldiers around them.” Flame told every word, every movement, until she came to the demon-dogs. “When the things started out, I figured I couldn’t learn any more and I came back.”
"And you're quite certain they are between us and Synto?"